Julian entered a building. He walked through the aisles and towards the reception. He tapped the desk, demanding the scrivania, reception clerk to look up.
“Hi, I’d like to see my sister, Jane Simmons. She works here” Julian said.
“Yeah, I know” the scrivania, reception clerk replied. “I’ll see if she’s available” The scrivania, reception clerk dialed a number. “Jane, are te busy? Your baby brother is here”
Julian narrowed his eyes annoyed. He was seventeen, hardly a baby.
The scrivania, reception clerk hung up. “She expects you. te know where to find it?” Julian nodded and walked away.
A few minuti later he opened the door of Jane’s office. Jane was typing on her laptop. Julian walked towards her and sank down on a chair. “I need to talk to you” he said.
“Ssshh” Jane hushed him. “Be quiet. I’m working”
Julian leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms annoyed. A couple of minuti later Jane rotated her chair and folded her hands. “Now what do te want to talk about?”
Julian leaned inoltrare, avanti and grabbed the newspaper. He held it up in front of Jane and said: “What is this?”
“From what I’ve heard they call it a newspaper” Jane replied sarcastically.
“No, this” Julian detto and he pointed at the headline of the front page. “Where is the articolo on Castiel Novak? He’s alive! That should be front page news!”
Jane grabbed the newspaper and put it in her drawer, before she explained. “My employer doesn’t want anyone to know yet. Not until we have the full story”
“What about those reporters outside the hospital?” Julian asked.
“I gave them a tip, but without any proof they can’t pubblica anything either. Novak is kind of a touchy subject. They can’t take it lightly. They need evidence”
“But te will post the story, right? And te won’t spare him, right?” Julian asked eager.
“I’ll decide how I write it, okay?” Jane commentato sharp.
“Jane, he tried to kill me. That’s the first thing he tried to do when he rose from the grave” Julian detto agitated.
“Aren’t te overreacting a little?” Jane asked demeaning.
“What? No! I’m the victim here!” Julian complained.
“Of course te are” Jane nodded. “Well, if you’re so eager on having that story published te might want to let me get back to work?”
“Yeah, okay” Julian detto and he stood. “And remember, Novak’s the bad guy and I’m the victim”
“I will try to keep it in mind” Jane promised. “Close the door when te leave”